Just thinking about her gets me all fired up. Her body is a hazard. I want to handle it the right way. I want the evidence of our tryst all over my face one more time. To supplant my rage with lust. To make her feel me move in the scrumptious ancient rhythm inside her. I want to be controlled by her grit. I want to win the first prize and reach the only possible catatonic outcome. You know what it is. I know it too. But I’ll be damned if I have to say it or feel it first.
